Creep (Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox)

When you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
And I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so very special
Yeah, I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
She's running
She's running out the door
I said she's running out
She runs, runs, runs, runs
Run...
Well, I say
And then she runs
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
Yeah, I wish I was special
But I am creep
I said it
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong
I'm a creep
I'm, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

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